Elm Street - Heavy Mental

Stare at my distraction
There's nothing to see
I will make your mind up
Commanded to lie
Absorb my tainted stories
Let me lead with fear
Submit to me your power
My work's end is near

Dancing like a puppet
To the rhythm of the lie
Your freedom slowly wavers
As slaves you shall die
A sponsored stream of panic
Injected to your life
With open arms, it hits your mind
Your opinion is supplied

Now can't you see?
You've all fallen to the trap
How can they be so... manipulated
Strapped to the chair
Awaiting your last rites
To be cast heavy mental

A feeling of penance
Shooting right inside your mind
A damn crazed war

Feel the heart, it breaks in two
Be so blind this mess it sees it through